today my mom was like “hey, all i am saying is if you saw jesus in a trendy coffee shop today, he’d probably be sporting a pc, not a mac.”
i was in the middle of sorting and folding my laundry (so it’s all over my room, naturally) I just went over to my laptop, laid down in my bed, and opened Tumblr. I knew it was a bad decision, i made it anyway, which is why i am the
this kinda looks like darren criss. that’s nice.
She has a thing with apologies. She’ll apologize for breaking the rules, for unloading her problems onto you, for doing anything that isn’t good, for not being her best and for not being good enough. She won’t apologize for the way she thinks of herself, however; because she sees nothing wrong with it.
days like this.